Refusing to marry a wealthy family: the young mistress fled 99 times

"Ji Ziang, how are you..." Wen Xinnuan's voice was full of tears.

Ji Ziang's legs were unsteady, and the sound of explosions behind him continued...

He was struggling, his speed was getting slower and slower, and he was far behind.

The figure of Leng Aofeng has disappeared...

"I'm sorry..." Wen Xinnuan cried out in grief, "Why didn't I know it was you... why am I so stupid, always the last one to know the truth..."

Ji Ziang reminded her countless times.

She really didn't expect that he would be the pet that she used to play with all the time.

"Stop, let me down." Wen Xinnuan held it in her hands, and felt the blood flowing in his body.

Her scorching tears dripped one by one...

Like hot water, dripping on his heart.

Gritting his teeth, Ji Ziang ran wildly in the field full of corpses. In front of him was a cave-like canyon with a long suspension bridge in dilapidated condition.

"Hold on firmly..." Ji Ziang walked across the suspension bridge with heavy steps, shaking, and there was a dark bottomless abyss below.

Debris from the explosion blew up the deck, breaking down the middle...

Ji Ziang felt his body lighten, and the two women were thrown from its back.

He caught Jing Jiaren in the air, bit her skirt and threw her to the other side...

Jing Jiaren rolled a few times and saw that the bridge deck was completely broken, and shouted in shock: "Heart warm—"

Wen Xinnuan's body fell weightlessly, tears flying in the air.

With her eyes closed, she faced death and darkness calmly... Such a stupid and selfish self had no face to survive.

A hand suddenly grabbed her wrist.

She was amazed by the power of the warm palm.

Ji Ziang grabbed the broken bridge deck with one hand, and grabbed her with the other. His body was still in the process of transformation, and the hair on his arms and in the bow-shaped body was disappearing.

Wen Xinnuan hung in the air, staring blankly at his long-lost handsome face.

Painful veins popped out of Ji Ziang's neck, as if all the bones in his body had been smashed, combining one by one, the pain was like thousands of knives cutting off his muscles and bones.

The conversion of people is completely completed.

The bullet wound on the chest, blood spurting...

"Grab me..." Ji Ziang grabbed her tightly in a low voice, "Grab me with the other hand!"

With tears in her eyes, Wen Xinnuan grabbed his hand with both hands.

He pulled her upwards with one hand, and directed her feet to step on the end of the wooden bridge to share the weight.

Jing Jiaren stood by the canyon, looked at their figures under the broken bridge, and looked for ropes nearby!

Ji Ziang dragged Wen Xinnuan onto her back, clutched pieces of the bridge deck with difficulty, and climbed up 180° vertically and horizontally.

Wen Xinnuan lay on his broad and strong back, tears streaming down frantically: "Why didn't you tell me..."

"Because... I don't want to see you cry." I want to stay by her side, laugh with her until I grow old, and see her foolishly happy for a lifetime.

"Ugh..."

"Why are you crying, idiot...you still look better when you smile."

Ji Ziang climbed up with all his strength, let Wen Xinnuan step on his shoulders, and landed safely.

The planks of the bridge were shattered, and he lay dying on the edge of danger, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he saw Wen Xinnuan crying and calling his name in a daze...

"Ji Ziang—give me your hand—"

The last trace of his strength disappeared, and a smirk appeared on the corner of his mouth. Before he could say anything, he fell into the black abyss along with the plank.

Wen Xinnuan's eyes contracted in horror.